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It's Been A Minute

It's been a minute since I've sat in front of laptop and blogged. I guess it's been more like a year or so, but for valid reasons - life! As well planned as I think my days, my months, and my year are, inevitably it goes in a direction that I'm typically not prepared for.
But with that being said, I'm all about doing the things that I love, and this is one of them.

As far as my family goes, there has been additions to the family, illness, and incarceration. There has been situations that have changed the dynamics of my family in a way that I don't think there's any going back to the way it was; and I have accepted that. It just might be Gods way of showing me that I need to focus on the little things that continue to bring me happiness, and let Him handle the rest. As for me personally, I have had growth in my Life Coaching business, my t- shirts are bringing hope and joy to others, I've connected with new people, and I have been blessed with opportunities to participate in projects that I strongly believe in. Most recent is becoming the first ambassador for The Turn It Around Project. http://www.theturnitaroundproject.com/
You can read my bio by going to their Instagram page
 https://www.instagram.com/turnitaroundproject/ 

Along with fulfilling my happiness by blogging, I also plan on a simpler and slower way of life by enjoying nature more. I'm praying to soon be the owner of a vintage trailer that will take my husband and I to places where we can sit and enjoy the quiet and stillness as we watch the sunsets rise, gaze at the stars, and take in the beauty of all created with coffee and wine in hand.(depending on the time)
Peace, Love, & Joy!



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